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It’s Official: My Daughter Is Smarter than Me

We’ve all been spending more time indoors than I prefer lately. I’ve seen enough Daniel Tiger and Super Why to hold me over for a couple years. We’ve painted, we’ve colored, we’ve baked, we’ve talked non-stop.

But this week, I convinced Ella to spend a good thirty minutes or so just brushing my hair and wielding a hair dryer. Definitely my favorite game so far.

So she brushed and teased and dried. And then she circled around to see my face and assess her work. “Muy bella,” she declared.

Actually, I didn’t know what she said. But all the sudden, startled, Billy hollered out, “Yeah, muy bella! That’s right!” And started hooting and whooping. (I would've thought that would be a word I would recognize, but Billy pronounces it "vay-yah," which I didn't expect.)

I think it may be on the very first times she just busted out Spanish un-coerced and without any English.